Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

While the cock with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin; And to the stack, or the barn door, Stoutly struts his dames before; Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn, Cheerly rouse the slumb'ring morn

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round,
As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames
No light; but rather darkness visible
Served only to discover sights of woe

Long is the way and hard, that out of Hell leads up to light.

Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.